Blunderbuss

Blunderbuss

A blunderbuss as ever he shall be,
Forever aligned with his memory;
Chances squandered in mediocrity,
Complacent as ever in misery.

Yet the population garnered respect,
For the man incapable to reflect,
To pick and choose and even to dissect,
The situations for him to inject.

And, yet, they'll say he was so practical,
Consigned himself to the most probable,
Devoted to the most inscrutable,
Certainly, quite incontrovertible.

Stepping forward with the foot that was right,
Sure kept him safe from the bumps in the night,
Tossing the salt at the spirits in spite,
Gave peace of mind, radiance to light.

But in all his calculated measures,
Security allowed him some leisure,
As our blunderbuss counted his treasures,
The universe shrug'd and chiseled his ledger¹.


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 1. A  stone slab or block laid over a grave or tomb.

Invino Veritas
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